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You Can Be Heroes
You can be heroes
By Maria Ní Mhurchú
(For our boys who became men last Sunday 1st Sept 2019 )
You can be heroes
For years and years
Last Sunday
You went from being young boys
To being real hard clever
Footballing men.
Men with a strategy
Men with a plan
You read the game
And played it
To your advantage
You could have given us anything
Yet you gave us everything
My heart in my mouth
With every kick of the ball
They thought they had it in the bag
And you weren’t given a sporting chance
No-one expected the draw
Except for the Kerry supporters
The animals who came out in their droves
Tip of my hat to you Paudie
And we weren’t disappointed
You played with your hearts
Not with your feet
You didn’t take Sam home
… yet…
But Sam is saying the long goodbye
To the Jackeens
And in two weeks time
With God’s help
When you have Sam on the green and gold
I’ll raise a toast to
My brave Kerry Men
And I’ll party like post Malone.
OMG
My dog tells me what to do and I obey him 🤣🤣🤣
Knots and the Celtic Tiger
Words, Knots and Lines, published by Púca Press in 3 languages, Irish, English and German
One of the entries in the above book is a poem titled Knots. The author is Maria Ní Mhurchú. The linking of the knots shown in the Book of Kells and the state of knots in which we find the state of Ireland today is very clever. Have a read yourself.
Knots by Maria Ní Murchú
Knots by Maria Ní Murchú
When I flick through the Book of Kells
On the internet
My heart always misses a beat
Knots!
Endless knots!
Stylized, graphic, decorative….
Delicatewly woven by dedicated monks
Prayerful, innocent, beautiful.
No sign of the demon of greed here.
It reminds me of the girl with the golden locks
Dancing a Celtic dance
Her long hair plaited intricately
By deft fingers.
Ireland is tied up in knots today.
Not of a monastic…
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I saw the photograph
I Saw The Photograph…
Maria Ní Mhurchú
I saw the photograph and
It brought a lump to my throat;
A foetus
Five months old
Too fragile to be removed
From his mother’s womb.
The surgeon made an incision
In the uterus –
The baby suffering from spina bifida;
The surgeon worked away in the dark
Miraculous hands directed by angels from Heaven
Fixing the baby’s spine.
But that’s not what brought
Tears to my eyes
No, but the sight of a tiny hand
Courageously slipping out of his mother’s womb
Curling fingers around the surgeon’s ring finger
A small but firm grasp
A thank-you to medical science
And to Our Maker who gives us the courage
To strive to make this world
A better place.
Chonacsa an Grianghraf…
Maria Ní Mhurchú
Chonacsa an grianghraf
Agus tháinig tocht im’ chroí
Ní raibh an dochtúir
Ábalta ar an ngin bheag a thógaint
Ón mbroinn…
Mar chaillfí an leanbh.
D’oibrigh an dochtúir sa doircheacht
Ag cur poll san útaras
Ag socrú cnámh droma… spina bifida an linbh.
Míorúilt.
Lámha stiúrtha ag aingil
Ó Neamh anuas
Ach ní hé sin a d’fhág na deora
Ag sileadh liom
No, ach an phictiúirín –
Láimhín beag an linbh
A sháigh sé amach as an ndoircheacht
A bheir greim daingean ar mhéar
An mháinlia chruthaithigh
Ag gabháil buíochais leis.
2018
